“I’m fine,” I insisted. “Ya almost passed out before you fixed up Harland,” a different mortal said, an older man with deep lines in his features. “I saw ya.” He coughed and winced. “Never thought I’d see a god pass out—” “I wasn’t about to pass out.” “She was,” Hisa argued, and my eyes widened on her. She cringed, a rare expression for her. “Sorry, but you need to rest.” “Traitors,” I muttered. “I’m surrounded by traitors.”
